The strongest boss in the sky

Chapter 55 The Feast of the Old Monsters
After Mo Chen finished all this, his figure swayed slightly imperceptibly, and then disappeared in place while taking steps.When he left, the emotions on the scene exploded.

"A real person has boundless mana, he really is like a fairy."

"Oh my god, this is simply the means of a god!"

"My mother, I'm afraid the Daoist has already attained Taoism and become a fairy?"

The onlookers looked at the repaired city wall with excitement, and excitedly told their excitement to those around them.

The onlookers of the Ming Cult showed hesitation on their faces, looked at each other secretly, and said in a low voice, "He, is he injured?"

"It's possible. When he disappeared, I saw a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth. If the rumors are correct, he was seriously injured when he fought against the Shaolin monk half a year ago. Now, forcibly using supernatural powers, it must be Adding injury to injury." A thin man with a gloomy face said in a deep voice.

"Okay, that old bastard Monk Peng didn't die in vain if he could hurt the demon way!" A crying voice came, making the faces of several people even more gloomy.

The five scattered people have a very good relationship on weekdays, and they all take important actions together. They can be said to be true brothers in life and death.Now the few people watched the brother die, how could they not be touched in the slightest.

Looking at the frenzied people around them, they retreated quietly one by one, heading towards a hidden woods outside the city.They intend to pass the news they have received to the Bright Left Envoy as soon as possible, so as to take the next step.

In order to deal with Mo Chen, Mingjiao couldn't have only this method.In order to prevent accidents from happening, they have already prepared the second set of lore!

The departure of several people did not attract the attention of others.

At this moment, everyone was attracted by Mo Chen's car.

Accompanied by the slow driving of the carriage, amidst the beautiful sound of the zither played by the singers, the people watching the bustle by the side of the road slowly knelt down in front of the carriage.They kowtowed and prayed devoutly to the slow-moving carriage, sending out the most sincere prayers!
When Mo Chen's carriage disappeared behind the city gate, there was no one standing beside the official road for several miles!

Some even knelt down on the shaft of the carriage after the officers and soldiers maintaining order left, filled with endless piety.He held the dust crushed by the carriage, like the most precious treasure, and carefully put it into his arms.When the first person made such a move, the originally spacious official road was instantly crowded with people.

People flocked to the official road frantically, scrambling for the dirt rolled over by the carriage!

In a dense forest several miles away from the official road, people from Mingjiao carefully gathered here.

The left envoy of Guangming had a slightly gloomy expression, his eyes were staring at the crazy crowd beside the official road, with a frightening coldness shining in his eyes.

This monster is really good at deceiving people.

The most frightening thing is that the cultivation base of the demon path is astounding, and no one can compete with it in the martial arts world for hundreds of years.With the current strength of the Yao Dao, perhaps the rebirth of Patriarch Bodhidharma will be a little worse, right?

Fortunately, that Yaodao is now seriously injured, otherwise Mingjiao would be in danger.

Thinking of this, the old man's eyes became colder and colder.He said in a deep voice: "You can see clearly, he is really injured."

Several people looked at each other, bowed and said: "Reporting to Zuo Shi, we are definitely not mistaken. His figure trembled slightly, and then a smear of blood appeared at the corner of his mouth."

The old man nodded, slowly closed his eyes, and said in a deep voice: "Brother Peng sacrificed for the great cause of my holy religion. The leader will never forget his contribution, and we will never forget his friendship. After eradicating the demon way, we will See off Brother Peng with the head of the Demon Dao!"

"With the leader of the demon way, see off Brother Peng." Everyone heard the words, their eyes filled with hatred and anger, and they whispered firmly together.

The old man took a deep breath, looked at everyone with cold eyes, and said in a deep voice: "The next is our last chance, and the only chance. This time, I don't want any mishaps to happen again."

Everyone nodded seriously, and the enchanting beautiful woman stood up, cupped her hands and said, "Master Zuoshi, don't worry, even if we risk our lives, we will definitely take the leader of the demon way to see brother Peng off."

The old man snorted coldly, and said in a deep voice: "Idiots, I know you have hatred in your heart, and I can't wait to tear that monster into pieces. But you have to remember that the great cause of the Holy Cult is the most important thing. The more At this time, the more you have to be calm, there must be no mistakes.

The next task is not only for us, but also for those barbarians in Northern Mongolia.Although they reached an agreement with the leader, the barbarians are cruel and savage, and they cannot be educated by etiquette.You have to be very careful when joining forces with them. "

When everyone heard the old man's reprimand, they all lowered their heads, not daring to refute in the slightest.

The old man was silent for a while, and pondered: "You don't need to worry too much about this matter. The master invited by the leader this time is not an ordinary person. If the monster is not injured, it is hard to say the outcome. But Now that Yaodao has been severely injured, he will definitely not be the opponent of that senior!"

Luoyang City, on the broad main street.

Mo Chen sat in the carriage and played chess with the ancestor of Longhu Mountain.

The two sat cross-legged on the ground, and there was a short black table in front of them.Two maids with beautiful faces poured tea for them.

Mo Chen looked at the chessboard in front of him, and said with a light smile, "Although you have the power of a great dragon, you don't know that the gate of fate is always under the control of others. You have lost this game from the very beginning."

The ancestor of Longhushan shook his head slightly, and sighed: "The real person has a good mind and a good chess game."

He was not moved by the chessboard in front of him, but was amazed by Mo Chen's actions.

In order to lure Mingjiao and more people to take the bait, Mo Chen did not destroy the gunpowder arranged by Mingjiao.He really couldn't imagine how Mo Chen would have dealt with Mingjiao's attack if there hadn't been an unexpected situation at that time.With so much gunpowder, I am afraid that if the gods come, they will be smashed to pieces, right?
With a wave of Mo Chen's sleeve, the black and white pieces on the chessboard flew back into his chess box as if they had come to life.

He casually placed a move on the chessboard, and said in a deep voice: "The assassination of Mingjiao and Beimeng is just a small hidden danger. Our real problem is just beginning. It is not so easy to change the style of martial arts. The matter. How many forces have come to this martial arts conference?"

The old man pondered for a moment, and then said: "We have basically invited all the famous hermits here. For example, Guo Jing and his wife in Xiangyang City, Hong Qigong, Huang Yaoshi and others who roamed the world, There is also Dali's Southern Emperor, all of whom are invited to this martial arts conference.

Speaking of which, a few old monsters came this time, and they are all contemporaries of me.I'm worried that some of them may come with bad intentions, and real people still need to pay attention when the time comes. "

When Mo Chen heard the old man's words, his eyes flickered slightly.

People who are contemporary with the old master, aren't they people who lived a hundred years ago!
Things seem to be getting interesting.

Mo Chen thought of Murong Fu who once appeared in Shaolin Temple, his eyes narrowed slightly and flashed a little cold.

(End of this chapter)